username; MaximumWildlife
cd name; The Dreamer
cd gender and orientation; agender (born female but becomes a male-like figure), asexual
tell me a story;
I had dreams. They were always there, every night, waiting for me. As a child I was in constant fear, I didn’t know the difference between night and day. The dreams - if you would even call them as such - were everywhere, eventually even in my waking days. I couldn’t even blink, as every shadow formed into my nightmares. I eventually couldn’t leave our home, I couldn’t talk to anyone, I was condemned to constant fear and agony.
We moved deep into the forest, an old abandoned cabin was where we went. It always smelled of the wild, which did not calm me at all. The birds chirped more often than before, telling me things. Telling me what to do. I couldn’t stand it. Often I’d sprint into the outside world late at night, seeing shadows - my nightmares in waking times - crawl up trees in my peripheral vision.
There was a specific place I remember running to, a pond. There were great trees surrounding it, some with double the shadows and others with none. It was beautiful, dark figures swam deep in the waters and the moon shone on the glistening surface. I always slept here, my actual bed left cold and unoccupied every night.
My new bed of moss was soft, and warm. I felt safe for once, even if surrounded by shadowed figures. My dreams left me when I slept here, it was like a safe haven. For once I managed to sleep in peace, though I’d always need to run back home before my parents noticed that I was gone.
The very second I step into our plot of land however, I felt unsafe. Although I hated being there, I never thought I would leave it for good.
There was one specific day I remember, I couldn’t sleep at all. I had been grounded since my parents found out that I ran away every night. I must say, that was not a good idea on their part. The bed just didn’t feel right. I tossed and turned but I couldn’t get the shadows to leave or the voices, which had taken root in my brain by then, to stop chirping. I was going insane. I knew I had to leave.
I ran against the only window in my room, breathing hard. Taking the nearest object, I smashed the glass and leapt. I didn’t even look back as I once again ran to my safe haven.
But my safe haven had changed.
The sheer shock I had stopped me in my tracks. All the trees were shadowed, and the pond was dull. My insanity was growing. It seemed as if all the trees were reaching towards me. The water was calling out. I jumped into the pond.
Whether this was a mistake or not is not your decision.
I will not say what happened in that pond, I will never speak a word of it. I am bound by so many things, and I wouldn’t dare go against Them.
What I can say however, is I emerged new. It had been years, I was an adult now, my parents probably had another child to make up for the loss of me, and the forest was deserted. The shadows, dreams brought to life, were everywhere. I couldn’t stand it. I screamed the most blood-curtling screech that one would ever hear as I fell roughly onto the ground below me.
The second I closed my eyes, the voices stopped. You may see me now with closed eyes. I do have them, but the only way to keep me sane is to keep them hidden.
To be continued..?
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